blossom passing fair [Tiamat/Open]

[OPEN] blossom passing fair [Tiamat/Open]

Tiamat the Ocean's Light Posts: 360

Aurora Basin Lady atk: 8 | def: 10 | dam: 3

Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.2 :: 6 years HP: 60 | Buff: NOVICE

Nimue :: Common Orca Leviathan :: Boil Reli

04-21-2013, 10:35 PM

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     It is... different.

     The first thing that the young mare notices is the complete and utter coldness of the land- the vast expanses of white. With each inhalation she feels a chill much more frigid than that of the usual Orangemoon air spread through her entire figure. Her heart seems to beat more slowly; perhaps it is due to the way that time stretches as she takes in the calculating beauty of her new home, or perhaps it is the chilling of her blood as it dawns upon her that her life is going to change completely and suddenly right at this very moment.

     Her cloven hooves, so used to gripping the sands of the warm shore, slide and scrape against the icy and unfamiliar ground. Her white eyes look up towards the frozen mountains that frame the basin valley and her lips part slightly in a gesture of unaware awe. Though she shivers in the icy air and must stand firmly against the mountain wind, she feels a warm joy in her breast. This is home.

     Without realizing, she presses onward and deeper into the new ice-coated world and into the dazzling newness of the Basin. The midday sun, high above, casts a gentle light over the expanse and reflects off the water. The water- Tiamat does all that she can to stop herself from running forward towards the Basin's central lake and then beyond it to the sea. A visit to her father can wait; for now it is her mother's careful gaze that she wanders beneath.

     Standing a few feet beyond from where Lena speaks, the young buckskin turns her delicate face back to catch the older, kind mare's eyes with her own. When she speaks her breath becomes a cloud of vapor; when she waves her tail in her wake, she stirs up the cold dust of frost.

     "Thank you for bringing me home."